Ataraz - Raz's Site:
{ "RAZ" (means in hebrew) = a deep spiritual secret}.

On the 17th of Heshvan, 5762 (or November 2nd, 2001), in the special moments before the onset of Shabbat, in Hevel Binyamin, north of Jerusalem, forces from the I.D.F. select unit "Dochyafat" set out to surprise an automobile belonging to a terror cell (from the Palestinian Authority). This cell, according to army intelligence, was on its way to attack one of the Jewish settlements with gunfire just as Jewish worshipers were to be returning home from synagogue after Sabbath prayers.

The special forces surprised the cell as it passed by where they were waiting, and the planned terror attack was prevented, but in the maneuver itself, the leading officer, First Seargeant Raz Mintz, was injured by gunshot to his chest, and he died within minutes.

This web site is not a memorial to Raz - memory is for something that we no longer have, and yet we make an effort to give it life.

Raz is here all the time. Forever.

This web site exists in order to salute the extraordinary gift we received - for 19 years, 7 months, and 12 days.

And we say "Thank you" To you, Raz.

For what you are: your character, your humility, your happiness, your desire for the good of your fellow person, your great love of Israel - this is your way of life. It's true, not in body. But your soul is no longer limited by time or place. You are everywhere, in everyone. And you can reach us with this site - Raz's site.

The goal of this web site is to bring those who did not know Raz a little of his light (which, of course, ameliorates the darkness). And that every time we enter Raz's Site, another spark will rise within us from this great soul, and that we should adopt the goodness of his character - learn to give, to be a better neighbor, to help each other to grow.

That would be a true commemoration of Raz.

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Free and Temporal translation of 2 of the 14 songs of the Taklitoraz (CDRAZ)
For those who would like to receive "Taklitoraz" - Raz's Disk, (and participate in the commemoration) a disk which commemorates and salutes Raz the angel, please: leave a message on ataraz@ataraz.org or please dial ++972-2-9309351, and leave a name and address, and the disk will be sent to you.

What we ask for:
A.To read, if possible, the songs before listening to them
B. A symbolic amount of 50 NIS or $15 as your contribution to the commemoration of Raz.

press for listeningHow Is It? (Eich Ze?)


How is it that life stops in a moment,
How is it that tears never dry,
How is it that everything seams to continue,
How is it that seconds come to a hold.

How is it that flashbacks keep repeating,
How is it that voices keeps ecoing,
How is it that songs can be played again,
How is it that stars turn off?

Let me only see him for a moment,
Let me only wipe the wounds,
Let me hug once again the brother that died,
Let me try and understand…

How is it that the spring can blossom again,
How is it that the smiles come back,
How is it that the sun shines again,
How is it that only the memories survive?

press for listeningFive Photos (Hamesh Tmunot)


Five photos on the wall,
In my little room,
And each one tells a very special story,
A story that won't be anymore.
The first one shows a pile of legs,
Happy faces on the old armchair.
The second Photo shows a mixture of hands,
Gripping the old guitar.
The third one shows a birthday party,
With rebons, baloon and a cake.
The fourth one in an airplane,
With something good to drink and the window the sunset…

Five photos on the wall,
In my little room,
And each one tells a very special story,
A story that won't be anymore.

The fifth one is the most special:
In the train everybody is in a uniform,
With short hair.
Huging together with a feeling of autumn…
The last photo before the inosence of childhood fades away…

Me and the guys in all the photos,
With all my childhood memories.
Since you fell bacame these photos,
Into a mixed dreams of loneliness.
Five photos on the wall,
In my little room,
And each one tells a very special story…
That in the sixth…
You won't be there…